Lyrics

A cover up. Another lie. Good old Daddy made you fly.
A lunatic. A pig in shit. With every piece of every pie.
Why won't your mirror tell the truth? The big ideas. The 'W'.
The way you talk. The things you do. The arrogance. The attitude.

A loaded gun. A caribou. A continent. The same to you.
Do you see those eyes? The eyes see you. Those eyes see you.
And they see all you do.

When you lie in bed at night. Do you leave your peoples' cries outside?
We would not want your rest disturbed. It's best you press on, unreserved.
There's such a lot of work to do to make your fathers proud of you.
To keep the faith. To spread the word. To fight for things you never earned.

A loaded gun. A caribou. A continent. The same to you.
Do you see those eyes? The eyes see you. Those eyes see you.
And they see all you do.

The grasping hands. The begging bowl. And still the oil pollutes your soul.
All of this, it is not right and I'll admit I'm scared alright.
A contradiction way too big to grapple with, to ever sink.
A life obese on self belief and Christ your reasons really stink.

A loaded gun. A caribou. A continent. The same to you.
Do you see those eyes? The eyes see you. Those eyes see you.
And they see all you do.